Mr.Caca Poo   Enter at your own peril,Mr.Caca Poo waits for you Smiling with a mephitis odor laying there with pooh His relentless fetidness can burn your hairs right off Waiting in shadows of a corner ready to quickly quaff Now Sir S**t's A lot well...he's in on this game Running uncontrollably now leaving constant pain These two are characters not even thinking things through Passing through with squalidness no taking time to construe Now we have to add Sir Scoots A lot and well he's just the same Bringing Silent But Deadly to make their spotlight of fame Poor Rampant Runny he just has no choice at all Slipping through the cracks of evils nature call I give Mr.Caca Poo the golden turd award! Challenge Host'AlwayMyWords Phrase:'At your own peril By TinyTeddy © 2008 TinyTeddy (All rights reserved)

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